Through Space to Mars by Roy Rockwood (e ink epub reader TXT) 📖

CHAPTER I

TWO CHUMS

 

“Mark, hand me that test tube, will you, please?”

 

The lad who had made the request looked over at his companion, a

boy of about his own age, who was on the other side of the

laboratory table.

 

“The big one, or the small one?” questioned Mark Sampson.

 

“The large one,” answered Jack Darrow. “I want to put plenty of

the chemical in this time and give it a good try.”

 

“Now be careful, Jack. You know what happened the last time.”

 

“You mean what nearly happened. The tube burst, but we didn’t

get hurt. I have to laugh when I think of the way you ducked

under the table. Ha, ha! It was awfully funny!”

 

“Humph! Maybe you think so, but I don’t,” responded Mark with

rather a serious air. “I noticed that you got behind a chair.”

 

“Well, of course. I didn’t want broken glass in my eyes. Come

on, are you going to hand me that test tube, or will I have to

come and get it? We haven’t much more time to-day.”

 

“Oh, here’s the tube,” said Mark as he passed it over. “But

please be careful, Jack.”

 

Jack measured out some black chemical that resembled gunpowder,

and poured it into the test tube which Mark handed him. Then he

inserted in the opening a cork, from which extended a glass tube,

to the outer end of which was fastened a rubber pipe.

 

He paused in his experiment to laugh again.

 

“What are you making—laughing gas?” asked Mark.

 

“No. But—excuse me—ha, ha! I can’t help laughing when I

think of the way you ducked under the table the other day.”

 

“Maybe you’ll laugh on the other side of your countenance, as

Washington White would say,” commented Mark; “especially if that

big tube bursts.”

 

“But it isn’t going to burst.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Well, I worked out this experiment carefully. I’ve calculated

just how strong the new gas will be, and—”

 

“Ah, that’s just it. It’s a new gas, and you’ve never yet

succeeded in making it, have you?”

 

“No; but—”

 

“And it takes a different combination of chemicals to make it

from any you ever experimented with before, doesn’t it?” asked

Mark.

 

“It does. But—”

 

“Yes, and I don’t see how you can tell, with any amount of

calculation, just how much force will develop from those

chemicals, as no one ever put them together before.”

 

“Well, maybe I can’t,” admitted Jack. “But this tube is very

strong, and even if it does break nothing very serious can

happen.”

 

“Unless the gas you expect to generate is stronger than you have

any idea of.”

 

“Well, I’m going to do it. I’ve got half an hour before

Professor Lenton and his class comes in, and that’s time enough.

Here, just hold this rubber tube under this jar, will you? And

be sure to keep the edge of the jar below the surface of the

water. I don’t want any of the gas to escape.”

 

He handed Mark the end of the rubber tube, and the somewhat

nervous student, who was helping his chum Jack in the experiment,

inserted it under the edge of a large bell-glass, the open mouth

of which was placed just under the surface of water in a shallow

pan.

 

The two lads were students at the Universal Electrical and

Chemical College. They stood high in their classes, and were

often allowed to conduct experiments on their own responsibility,

this being one of those occasions. Jack, who was somewhat older

than his companion, was of a more adventurous turn of mind, and

was constantly trying new things. Not always safe ones, either,

for often he had produced small explosions in the laboratory of

the college. Only minor damage had been done thus far, but, as

Mark said, one could never tell what was going to happen when

Jack mixed certain things in test tubes and placed them over a

spirit lamp, or the flame of a Bunsen burner.

 

“Have you got that tube under the jar?” asked Jack as he lighted

a large Bunsen flame.

 

“It’s under,” answered Mark. “But say, what are you going to do

in case you prove that your theory is right, and that you can

make a new kind of gas? What good will it be?”

 

“Lots of good. If I’m right, this will be the lightest gas ever

made. Much lighter than hydrogen—”

 

“Lighter than the kind Professor Henderson made for use in the

Flying Mermaid, in which we went to the center of the earth?”

 

“No, I’m afraid I can’t equal his gas; but then, no one can ever

hope to. I’m going to make a new gas, though, and I’ll show you

that it will be much lighter and more powerful than hydrogen.”

 

“More powerful, eh? Then I wish you’d have some one else hold

this. I’m afraid the test tube will burst.”

 

“What if it does? It can’t hurt you—very much. But here, since

you’re so nervous, I’ll put a pile of books all around the tube

and the burner. Then, if it bursts, the books will prevent the

pieces of glass from flying all about. Does that satisfy you?”

and Jack began heaping some books about the burner, over which he

was about to suspend the test tube containing the queer chemical.

 

“Yes,” returned Mark doubtfully. “I suppose it’s all right—unless

the books will be blown all over.”

 

“Well, I’ll be jig-sawed!” exclaimed Jack with a laugh. “There’s

no satisfying you. You’re too particular, Mark.”

 

“Maybe; but I don’t want to get hurt.”

 

“You’ll not be injured in the least. Look, you’re quite a

distance away, and even if it does explode and the books are

scattered away, it can’t hurt much to be hit by one of these

volumes. There, I’m all ready now. Hold the tube firmly.”

 

He placed the test tube in a support, clamping it fast, so that

it would be held steady over the flame. Then he turned on more

of the illuminating gas, which, coming through the Bunsen burner,

was made intensely hot. A little column of flame now enveloped

the big test tube containing the powder.

 

There was a little crackling sound as the heat expanded the

powder, and the end of the test tube became quite red from the

flame.

 

“That tube’ll melt!” exclaimed Mark, peering over the pile of

books. “It’s too near the flame.”

 

“Guess you’re right,” admitted Jack. “I’ll raise it up a bit.”

 

He turned down the flame and elevated the tube slightly. Then he

took a position where he could watch the process of making what

he hoped would be a new kind of gas. He wanted to be where he

could see the vapor beginning to collect in the top of the tube,

pass off through the glass in the cork, and then through the

little rubber hose to the bell glass held by Mark. If the gas

was generated too quickly, Jack knew he would have to turn down

the heat slightly.

 

The crackling sound continued. Then, as Jack watched, he saw a

thick, yellowish vapor collecting in the top of the test tube

near the cork.

 

“It’s coming!” he cried. “There’s my new gas!”

 

“What’s the name of it?” asked Mark.

 

“I haven’t named it yet. I want to collect it in the jar and

show it to Professor Lenton. He said he didn’t believe I could

make it.”

 

The boys resumed their careful watching of the experiment. It

was a nervous moment, for, from experience, Mark knew you never

could tell what would happen when Jack began to try new

combinations of chemicals. He was ready to drop down on an

instant’s warning, out of the way of flying missiles.

 

“See any bubbles in that pan of water yet?” cried Jack.

 

“No, not yet.”

 

“That’s queer. The test tube is full of the yellow gas, and some

ought to be over to where you are now. I’m going to turn on some

more heat.”

 

He increased the Bunsen flame. The crackling noise was louder.

The test tube became a fiery red.

 

“It’s bubbling now!” suddenly called Mark.

 

“That’s good! The experiment is a success! I knew I could make

it. Is any of the gas coming up in the glass jar?”

 

Mark bent over to make a closer examination. There were a few

seconds of silence, broken only by the roaring of the burner and

the crackling of the black powder.

 

“Yes, there is vapor in the jar,” he said.

 

“Good! That’s the stuff!” cried Jack. “Now I guess Professor

Lenton will admit that I’m right.”

 

He turned the Bunsen flame up higher. A moment later he uttered

a cry, for he saw the cork being forced from the test tube. The

pressure of the new gas was too much for it.

 

“Lookout!” cried Jack. “She’s going up!”

 

Then followed a sharp explosion, and the laboratory seemed filled

with fragments of broken glass and torn books.